chsdbacks Chapter 645: Madeline’s Arrogance
Chapter 645: Madeline’s Arrogance
The woman didn’t ask—she demanded, her voice slicing through the tension in the hallway like a razor. "Where is Marina?" she snapped, her tone dripping with disdain, her eyes scanning the hallway as if daring someone to defy her."Didn’t she know I was coming?" Her lips curled into a sneer, her gaze flickering over us with open judgment, her presence filling the space with an aura of authority and contempt. "Where is that bitch...?"
The word hung in the air, heavy with venom, and I felt the tension between Lila, Beth, and Cindy spike. They exchanged glances, their postures stiffening, as if bracing for a storm. The atmosphere was thick with anticipation—and fear.
Then, the door creaked open.
Marina stepped out, her hair still damp from her shower, her skin glowing with a fresh sheen.
She was dressed in a silk robe, tied loosely at the waist, the fabric clinging to her curves, hinting at the body beneath. But her eyes—cold, distant—deliberately avoided mine. The message was clear: she was pissed. And humiliated.
The woman’s gaze locked onto Marina like a predator sizing up its prey. She stepped forward, her heels clicking against the marble floor, each sound like a gunshot in the silence.
"Hmm..." she murmured, her voice laced with mockery, her eyes raking over Marina’s body with open disdain.
"Are you just waking up now, Marina?" Her tone was sharp, accusatory, as if Marina’s very existence was an insult to her. "Or were you too busy spreading your legs for my son to bother with basic decency?"
Marina’s jaw clenched, her fingers tightening around the fabric of her robe, but she didn’t speak. She knew better. Kevin’s mother was not a woman to be challenged—not if she wanted to keep her position, her power, her place in this house.
Kevin’s mother stepped even closer, her voice dropping to a hiss, her breath hot against Marina’s face. "I told my son not to marry a Mexican woman..." she spat, her eyes burning with contempt.
"A slut who seduced my foolish boy... just to climb up the ladder..." She paused, her lips curling into a cruel smirk. "But Kevin, he’s always been weak for a pretty face and a tight cunt, hasn’t he?" Her voice was venomous, calculating, each word like a knife twisted into Marina’s pride.
Marina’s face flushed crimson, her body trembling with rage—but she didn’t dare retaliate. She lowered her gaze, her voice barely above a whisper. "Mother..." she began, her tone careful, submissive, but Kevin’s mother cut her off with a sharp laugh, the sound echoing through the hallway like a mockery.
"Oh, don’t Mother me, girl..." Kevin’s mother sneered, her fingers flicking as if dismissing Marina’s very existence.
"You’re lucky I allow you to call me that. After all, you’re nothing but a gold-digging whore who tricked my son into marrying you." She paused, her eyes raking over Marina’s body with open disgust.
"But Kevin is mine to control, and you..." She leaned in, her voice a hiss, "...are mine to tolerate... for now."
Marina’s breath hitched, her fingers clenching into fists at her sides, but she didn’t move. She couldn’t. Kevin’s mother held all the cards—power, money, influence. And Marina knew it.
Kevin’s mother finally turned her attention to me, her eyes sharp, calculating, raking over my body like I was a piece of meat she was considering for dinner.
"And is this..." she said, her voice slow, deliberate, as if savoring the moment. "...the new bodyguard you hired, Marina?" She paused, her lips curling into a smirk. "From now on... he will be my bodyguard..."
Marina’s expression flickered—shock, anger, betrayal—but she recovered quickly, her voice cool, controlled. "But... Mom..." she began, her tone careful, but Kevin’s mother cut her off with a wave of her hand, her voice sharp, final.
"I have already talked with Kevin..." she said, her eyes never leaving mine. "If you have any problem with that... you can ask him..." Her smile was wicked, knowing, as if she already knew the answer—and that the answer was fuck Marina.
I checked my phone, my fingers moving quickly over the screen. And there it was—a message from Kevin.
"My mom told me to hire you as her bodyguard. I agreed. Enjoy her." The words were short and direct, but the implication was clear. Enjoy her. As if she were a gift—or a test.
But that wasn’t all. Kevin had also sent me details—everything about his mother. Her name, her age, her hobbies, her likes, her dislikes.
Madeline. 58 years old. A woman who loved power, control, and the finer things in life. A woman who hated weakness, disloyalty, and being ignored. A woman who, despite her age, was still a force to be reckoned with—beautiful, intelligent, and dangerous.
Madeline turned back to Marina, her voice dropping to a hiss, her eyes burning with contempt. "And you..." she said, her finger pointing at Marina like a dagger. "...will behave.
Or I will make sure you regret the day you ever set your sights on my son." She paused, her lips curling into a cruel smirk. "Do you understand me, girl?"
Marina’s jaw clenched so tight I could see the muscles twitching beneath her skin, her body trembling with rage and humiliation. The silence in the hallway was deafening, the air thick with tension and unspoken fury.
She nodded, her voice barely above a whisper, her eyes flickering away, unable—or unwilling—to meet Madeline’s gaze. "Yes, Mother..." she murmured, the words tasting like ash in her mouth.
Madeline turned her attention to Lila, Beth, and Cindy, her eyes raking over them with open disdain, as if assessing whether they were worthy of breathing the same air as her. Then, she turned back to Marina, her voice sharp, cutting, like a whip cracking through the silence.
"These girls are enough for your security..." she said, her tone mocking, dismissive.
"And I have already talked with Eleanor..." She paused, her lips curling into a cruel smirk, her eyes gleaming with triumph.
"...and heard you even took him to the safe house..." Her voice was laced with disgust, as if the very idea of Marina breaking the rules was unforgivable.